Those few minutes of silence felt to Zhou Duoduo like dozens of passing years, as though an entire lifetime had congealed within her rigid pose.
Her neck had long since gone numb and sore, her muscles aching to their limit. Every inch of bone groaned beneath the strain. The forty-five-degree angle she had maintained for so long was on the verge of collapse, and her figure swayed like a guttering candle in the wind, liable to topple at any moment.
She frantically complained inwardly, yet dared not let a trace show on her face. Clinging desperately to the last shred of her imposing air, she only hoped the crowd would recover from their shock soon.
Just as Zhou Duoduo's arms began trembling and she was about to lose her composure, the first scattered cries finally erupted from the crowd. Those sparse sounds spread like sparks setting a prairie ablaze, instantly swelling into a frenzy like collapsing mountains and surging seas. Wave after wave soared into the heavens, making everyone's eardrums buzz.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"This lyric's imagery stretches into the distance, its language is exquisite, and its spirit pierces the heavens! It's simply the most soul-shaking masterpiece I've ever heard in my life!"
"Is this really Zhou Bully, who ran roughshod over Ascension City, that Zhou Skinflint who'd pluck feathers from a passing goose?
"Am I living in an illusion?!"
"I swear on my divine soul that Zhou Duoduo has definitely been possessed by some peerless powerhouse! Otherwise, she could never have written such a masterpiece!"
"A timeless classic!
"This is a timeless classic worthy of being carved on a literary monument and passed down for ten thousand generations!"
"No, calling it an unrivaled song for all eternity wouldn't be excessive! Every word and phrase accords